Snow Dreams

As we drift into our snow dreams, God speaks in the whisper of the winter wind,

in the white mist of night covering

the waiting tree branches

outstretched,

with a certain peace descending,

our hearts awaken

in the morning,

encouraged

by the silence,

of beauty.

Poetry and Image Copyright © 2021 rivers renewed

Note: It didn’t snow last night but I sure wish it had.